I could kill Adam, but Johnny has discouraged me from doing this what with not having a leg to stand on.

It's been three days since I found out about Adam and Susan and I've decided to confront him. To be honest I'm not big on confrontations, but really I think some show of feeling is necessary here as I still cannot believe he did it.

I text him to tell him that I'm coming around to his flat to talk about the 'situation' and he texts me straight back saying 'go right ahead'.

When I get there I ring his buzzer and he comes down and opens the doors and stands there on his doorstep with him arms folded. I find myself stepping back and Adam takes a step forward pulling front door behind him. Instinctively I find myself crossing my arms also so that the two of us are standing there all crossed over on the weed-ridden path.

"Adam, I can't believe you went and asked out Susan, we talked about this and Susan was strictly off limits. I can't believe you did it. Did the mental hospital test too many drugs on you?"

Adam gives me a big smug 'oh yeah' kind of smile.

"Oh, I did more than that. I asked her out and we've been out twice since."
"Twice!" I shriek, "how can you have been out twice? It's only been three days."
"And nights."
"Oh please. You don't know the meaning of the word friends, in fact I don't think you know the meaning of most words."
"Well you know what it's like when you start a new relationship. You spend lots of time together."
"A relationship? You're in a relationship? Oh give me a break."
"I'm in a relationship with Susan."
"Jesus, I mean seriously."
"Deal with it."
"Deal with it? How can I deal with it you asked out my best female friend even after I'd asked you not to."
"You know, I think we've already been over this a few times."
"Oh we have?"
"Lets see now, a few dozen times. You had plenty of chances."

I throw my hands in the air again, what on earth has chances got to do with anything?

"I don't want chances. I just want you to not be dating Susan!"
"Well that isn't going to happen."

That's it really as the next thing I do is also really unlike me, but I can't seem to help myself and I push Adam as I shout out.

"Oh yeah."

Adam responds immediately in kind and pushes me as he shouts back at me.

"Yeah, that's right."
"You twat," I shout and I push him again.
"Prick."
"Dick."
"Wanker."
"Loser."
"Shit."
"Bastard."
"Fuck."
"Fucker."
"You artless flap mouthed clackdish."
"What?" Adam shouts pushing back.
"You droning half witted hedge-pig."
"What the fuck is a hedge-pig?"

It's at this point, after our pushing has reached a point where isn't really going anywhere (other than up and down the garden path), that we stop. I think we stop as unconsciously we know that the next step in the arms race, so to speak, is an actual fight, but that just isn't going to happen. We're just not fighters. I'm kind of speechless. I seem to have said all that I can say. I really don't know what else to do so I start to take a few steps backwards with Adam staring at me and watching my retreat.

"This is over," Adam says.
"Yeah," I say, "well I think you've mistaken me for someone who gives a damn."

With that I turn on my heals and head up the garden path and back out onto the street heading home.

To be honest I'm not entirely sure how effective that was or how much good I have done myself. So Adam isn't going to stop going out with Susan, there's not much I can do about that, but at least I've vented and I don't feel at all bad at having done so.

I know one things for sure, however, when Susan gets to hear about what I've been up to she is going to be one pissed off girl. I'm betting that Adam pretty much sprinted to pick up the phone as soon as I had stepped onto the street and called Susan and was within seconds uttering the phrase "you'll never guessed who just paid me a visit". I'm even surer of this, as sadly I think I would do the exact same thing if I was in Adams shoes. I expect that conversation to last just a few minutes, before the two new lovebirds hang up and Susan is speed dialling me with an Exocet intercept piece of her mind.

It takes me about ten minutes to walk home and I swear as I open the door to my darkened flat the phone is ringing. No need to guess who it is and I answer the phone accordingly.

"Susan," I say into the phone before she has a chance to let loose her barrage of outrage.
"Hmph," is all that comes down the line.
"Something to say?"
"Why did you go around to Adam's?"
"News does spread fast, doesn't it?"
"Gordon!"

And Susan never calls me Gordon, but like most people if they are really pissed off they soon start.

"I went around to give him a piece of my mind."
"I've told you before about that, you should go easy, what with having nothing to spare!"
"Funny, girl."
"I can't believe you went around there."
"That's my line, if you don't mind."
"What are you talking about?"
"Never mind," I say.
"Adam says you pushed him."
"I pushed him?" I say incredulously, "has he told his teacher as well?"
"Well did you?"

I pause, okay, so technically I have no right to incredulity.

"Yes, I pushed him, but he pushed me back."
"He pushed you back and you kept on pushing."
"Okay, that's also true. We had a pushing contest and, you know, really that's about all I have to say on the subject."

There's a pause on the line and I'm really not sure what she's going to say next.

"That's all you have to say?"
"Yeah, That's all I have to say."
"Okay," Susan says and with that she hangs up.

And although Susan hangs up on me all the time, I wasn't expecting that. I was somehow expecting more. I'm left looking at the phone and thinking, 'oh, so that's it?' as for now it does seem to be.